He said I’m protein thick, you look like a thottie, sis
He make sure he put Cardi down on his grocery list
Now why this bitch tryna look on my Snap?
I take your man and I won’t give him back
I just walk into the booth and attack
I hit this grind, the roof gon’ collapse
I been broke my whole life
I have no clue what to do with these racks
Wig be laid, waist snatched, ass fat, straight facts
Got lips like Angelina, Bentley truck tangerine, uh
Tramps jumping on my dick, that’s why they call it trampoline, uh

These bitches salty, they sodium
They jelly, petroleum
Always talkin’ in the background
Don’t never come to the podium
Chef Cardi B, I’m cookin’ up
I see you hoes at the stove again
While you hoes were sleepin’ on me, I made 40 bands by 4 pm
They be taking shots, miss miss
X and O, kiss kiss
Everythin’ your nigga want, I’m like a walkin’ wishlist
I don’t understand what this hate is about
How you gon’ suck yo man dick with my name in yo mouth?